Pages

Friday, 29 November 2013

Release Day: Death of the Mad Hatter - Sarah J Pepper

BLURB

If the
king loses his head, then the Queen with a Bleeding Heart would rule the
Red Court until Time ceased to move forward. When a second carried on for
infinity, every creature in Wonderland would tip their Hat to the
misfit girl with a Boy’s name (or was it a boy with a Girl’s name?) who’d
end the Reign of Terror. However, it all hinged on the One-Eyed Hare being able
to convince an uninspirable Heir that the impossible was indeed possible—like
stopping time—and that Love was worth a Beheading.

I specialize in dark, paranormal romance – think “happy ever after” but
with a twisted, dark chocolate center. Real-life romance isn't only filled with
hugs, kisses, unicorns, and rainbows. True-love can be more thoroughly
described in times of darkness and tribulation. It’s in those harsh moments
where you see what a person is truly capable of – both the good and bad.
Sometimes prince-charming isn't always on time, and the glass slipper is a
little snug. However, it doesn't mean Charming is not Mr. Right, and who says
every shoe is the perfect fit?

Amazing Excerpt!

There were the types
of girls who dressed for guys, the type who still played dress-up, the type who
lived in sweatpants, and then there was an entirely different breed who wore
mismatched socks with pride. This chick fell into the last category. Why anyone
could possibly think bright orange and blue would go together, unless they were
a Boise State fan, was beyond my thought process. Her shoes were quite possibly
handcrafted a hundred years ago, and her tattered skirt looked as though she
found it in a dusty box tucked away in an attic. However, the zebra patterned
gloves actually appeared to be from this decade.

“Well, it’s rather
fortunate that you didn’t dribble. Mr. Ruth would have a fit if he became
familiar with the underside of your pet-soaked shoe,” the girl said, petting
the stuffed animal’s head. Her accent was none that I’d heard before—and I’d
lived in a lot of different places. She sounded like a British gal
impersonating a southern bell. “It’d be quite regrettable if anything happened
to him on the first day of school. He must have fallen out of his hidey-hole.”

“You named your
stuffed rabbit, Mr. Ruth?”

She covered the
bunny’s ears. “Rutherford is his real name, but he hates it and makes all the other rumperbabbits call him by his
nickname.”

“Rumperbabbits?”

“Bunnies, rabbits,
hares—rumperbabbits. Same thing,” she said with a wink. She had the most
volatile light-blue eyes that were so electrifying I couldn’t look away.

Time out—just for
reference, I didn’t believe in juvenile notions, like love at first sight. In
my book, time didn’t cease to move forward when two people fell in love. As a
matter-of-fact, I’d have to be drunk (not on love) for such an irrational
thought to enter my mind.

But, there was
something magical about her. A mischievous charm. I wouldn’t have said that I
necessarily liked it, but it was intriguing. She was intriguing… and new. For a town whose newspaper’s biggest
story was the harvest report, having a new girl in school would most likely be
headlined on The Gossiper’s front
page.